Текст песни Русский Корпус - Последняя Битва Святослава

Violently and loudly blew the horn , he
Maryh incense wafted
Seen had expired
But not on their knees
Rusich give life
Sword in hand squeezing
The warrior must fall
Devotion enemies on foreign soil
What swore about the world thinking about war
The prince and the brave warrior
Proudly met death
Only hero worthy to die with honor

Only a hero worthy of the memory of people
Being famous for its bogotvorenym
In the battle in a foreign land give his life
You are glorified in centuries Ardent Svyatoslav